After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

As the swarm surfaced, vibrating wings hummed.

Lu Ran understood that what they were most worried about had happened.

In the dream, the chasing insects chirped from the dark bottom of the water.

In reality, the nightmarish and inescapable noise came from outside the temple gate.

The flames of the soul lamp in the pupils lit up, and the closed stone gate became invisible and transparent from Lu Ran's perspective, and the terrifying scene outside the temple was nakedly displayed in front of his eyes.

Under the control of the magic energy, the migratory locust lying on the stone gate was directly dismantled.The cold and dark compound eyes of flying insects are like cold and ignorant black stones, and the sickle-like hind legs cut off the bodies of the same kind without hesitation.The wreckage fell and was quickly eaten, leaving only a small puddle of brown liquid on the stones at the door.

The corrosiveness in the blood of the devil insect is extremely weak.Squeezing out the blood of dozens of migratory locusts, all the liquid obtained can only turn the edge of a weed in the Gobi to yellow.

But when thousands, tens of thousands, millions of crazy flying insects, one after another, spray the corrosive body/fluid in one place——

The impenetrable surface of the stone gate has been softened.

Those migratory locusts that had just obtained nutrients by eating the bodies of their companions began to use their sharp and ugly mouthparts, powerful hind legs, buzzing and vibrating wings, and all the hard parts of their bodies to frantically grind the softened stones.

It wasn't until the wings were worn out, the limbs were bloody, and the whole body was shattered by the violent friction that it fell down, and the residue turned into food in the mouths of other insects.

From the beginning to the end, those worm eyes staring at the door were so cold, painless, and tireless.There is neither manic blood, nor fearful water.They are like a mindless storm, and destruction is all there is to them.

Soften, sharpen, hit, and repeat.After several hours, a huge depression appeared on the stone gate.Fragments of dust fell from the top with the impact of the outside insect swarm.

In the temple, the people who entered the ancient dream can't wake up, and now only Lu Ran is left in the temple, and he still has the power to fight against the devilish sand locust.

Sitting in front of the stone gate, Lu Ran could almost feel the tremors of the monster insects that were separated by a wall.The refining tool almost exhausted his spiritual power before.It's barely recovered by half now.Streaks of spiritual power extended from his fingertips, Lu Ran resisted the nausea and nausea, and kept pace with the worm-covered Shimen, trying to find ways to strengthen the weak points of the Shimen.

Building civil engineering is a secret method unique to the Duanmu family, and it belongs to a special branch of instrument repair.Unlike Duanmu Jian, who has dual spiritual roots of earth and wood, Lu Ran himself and his reborn body are pure wood-type spiritual roots.

Just like when in Yancheng government warehouse before, in order to save Song Jun who was entangled in the neck, he had to rely on speech therapy to slowly delay the time and let the metal wire decay, the effect of the spirit of green wood on the stone gate was not significant, It's even a little less effective.

But even so, there is no other way.You can only use doubled spiritual power to make up for the lack of attributes.

Not long ago Song Jun sent a messenger blue bird, but at the moment Lu Ran couldn't even get distracted to answer her.

This stone gate was built by the most outstanding genius monk of this generation of Duanmu family, which took nearly half a day.After only surviving half a long night, I couldn't hold it anymore...

This is not right.Half a month ago, the Xianmeng sent Duanmujian alone, and he should have roughly estimated the difficulty of returning to the spirit this time.But now it seems that this is simply not a task that one person can complete.

There are more than enough.Lu Ran believed that if he hadn't been sure that the trip was safe and sound, Lu Bai would never have agreed to let the powerless Yu Chuan take the risk to help.This is simply going down the mountain to die.

If it weren't for Xianmeng's miscalculation of the difficulty of returning to the spirit.Then, it could only be that something happened suddenly within the past half month, which caused the difficulty of returning to the spirit to rise suddenly.

The sand locust swarm, which was originally only a little more in number and could not cause harm to humans, fell into a demonic way and went completely crazy under the stimulation of this unexpected factor.

In the dream, Song Jun managed to stand still, with big drops of tears falling on her shoulders.Beside her, Duanmujian was crying silently.The huge bone wings filled with demonic energy protected the souls of the two people inside.No matter how frantically the insect swarm bites, they will not move.

But Yi Yao's expression was also heavy, and his fingers lightly stroked the lifeless Ruomu, as if feeling another person's temperature through a cold spiritual weapon engraved with lines.

He is confident enough to protect everyone in the swarm.But no matter how powerful he is, he is powerless to change the established history in the dream.

A black wall with no end to end, surrounded by the sound of howling wind, came overwhelmingly.The rough yellow sand got into the soles of the cuffs, and the dry and bitter wind abraded the soft and delicate skin nourished by the moist water vapor, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

sandstorm.

The once vast lake has disappeared, leaving only dry, rough, saline-alkali land.The once vast fertile fields of black soil have turned into barren land.It is covered with white salty brine like dirty snow.

Due to the fear of water, the giant sandworms only dared to wander in the fields on the shore during the entire period of the Floating Kingdom.But now that the lake was dry, the huge body of the sandworm squirmed, and majesticly got into the bottom of the lake that was once shimmering with water.

The giant worm feasted on the rich black soil at the bottom of the lake.The increasingly inflated body protruded from the ground like a mound.Wherever it passed, small buildings like tented boats were violently overturned and destroyed.

The sandstorm passed, the sky was dark, and all the lights were extinguished.The surviving houses have closed their doors tightly to prevent dust from entering.People who are already homeless have to tie their ankles with the leftover ruins with long ropes to prevent themselves from getting lost in the dark yellow sand.

Time flows differently in dreams than in reality.They only felt that the black sandstorm was over in less than a quarter of an hour.Thick yellow sand covers the white salty ground.Only occasionally a weak air current will pass by, and a few dust will rise up.

But the three of them did not have the slightest rejoicing and relaxation for the rest of their lives.

On the far horizon, a faint black wall is quietly brewing.

Duanmujian turned his head slightly, unwilling to look at the lake that was gradually submerged in yellow sand.

This is what the world has experienced—

No.17 round of extraordinarily large sandstorm.

An overly humid environment is not conducive to survival, so the houses in the country of floating are all stilted on the first floor, raising the living place to the second floor away from the water.

The lower ends of the wooden pillars are fixed on floating boards that float across the entire lake, and the upper ends support the relatively dry and livable rooms on the second floor, like a spaceship suspended above the water.

The previous rounds of violent sand only broke the slender wooden pillars, causing the second-story houses to collapse.The artisans of Sumuya quickly restored the floating country to its original state.

They were even inspired during the renovation, and used a very delicate and creative technique to replace wood and stone with a special metal to make columns.Greatly enhanced the strength of the connected nodes.

Putting something as heavy as gold on the top of a column that is too high will greatly increase the weight of the column; the metal will deform as the temperature changes.The large temperature difference between day and night in the desert can easily lead to structural instability; finally, how to ensure that the joint between the smooth gold and the stone pillar does not slip,

It was the only way the houseboat could survive the high winds.However, placing heavy metal on the top of the column will also greatly increase the load bearing.Metal expands and contracts as the temperature changes, easily causing structural deformation.Finally, metal and wood surfaces are not smooth enough to slip.

But these problems have been overcome one by one.

——At this time, the skills of the outstanding craftsmen in Sumuya are still ahead in the race against the cruel environment.

However, with more and more frequent sandstorms, repairing the city has already occupied all the heart and energy of the craftsmen.The lake water is full of heavy silt, and the lake gradually shrinks and becomes a muddy swamp.The life in the lake died in large numbers.Food was in short supply, and the Sumuyans had to venture back to the ground to compete with sandworms for land.

In order to prevent sandstorms from eroding the city, Sumuya craftsmen tried to build stronger sand-retaining walls, tried to build lower and stronger houses, and even tried to send troops to go against the storm to the origin of the sand.

Intermittent sand walls barely kept the lake alive, and the low houses crawled on the lake and barely survived the wind and sand.Only the expedition that was sent out never returned.

——At this time, their technology can only barely match the upheaval of the environment.

However, a huge sandstorm came.

The sand-retaining wall was torn apart in a blink of an eye, and the low-rise buildings to avoid the strong wind were buried alive under the yellow sand.

All attempts that were still in their infancy died in the bud in an instant.

The children who used to play under the eaves curled up sickly in the corner and kept coughing.The brows and eyes of men and women were all deeply wrinkled by the wind and sand.Thick retaining veils covered the diamonds on their collars.

There are more than a dozen rhombuses embroidered on the skirt, and the most knowledgeable old man no longer has a certain light in his eyes, but just sits dully in front of the empty school, on the broken threshold.

They have no time to study new technologies.The speed at which Sumuya craftsmen develop new tools has been unable to catch up with the endless yellow sand that swept in.

Everyone can only work hard on how to live through today, and they have no energy to fight against the curse-like dust in the sky.

They can't catch up.

——This time, this group of craftsmen who established a dreamlike water kingdom surpassed the technology of the times, and was finally left behind by the vicissitudes of life.

The yellow sand storm year after year, bit by bit, inch by inch, buried the floating country.People can only watch the layers of yellow sand rising year by year, heading towards despair in the frenzied and dry hot wind.

Song Jun had heard of an extremely cruel punishment in the palace.

The guilty minister was firmly tied up and could not move.The tortured eunuchs covered the sinner's mouth and nose with gauze soaked in water.With just a thin layer of gauze, the criminal can still breathe smoothly.Some stubborn gangsters either glared at the eunuchs or were full of contempt.

A quarter of an hour later, a second piece of wet gauze was put on.Their breathing began to become rapid, and their eyes full of anger and sarcasm gradually began to wander.

After another period of time, with the increase of gauze on the mouth and nose again, they could no longer pay attention to other things, their chests trembled violently, and they could only barely take a deep breath, desperately absorbing the air of Weibo.His lips moved meaninglessly, making a small, inaudible whine.

Then came the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth.Even if he tried his best to inhale, there was not even a faint airflow entering the chest cavity.The bloody smell filled his throat, his hands and feet twitched unconsciously, his eyes turned black, and he became incontinent.

In the end, he suffocated under the soft wet cloth and died without dignity.

The whole process was long and quiet.But Song Jun always felt that this was far worse torture than whipping, hanging, and beheading.

The feeling of suffocation is extended infinitely, and they will clearly perceive how they are walking towards death step by step.

Just like Sumya in a sandstorm.

It is different from the sudden collapse of the sky in the fortress city, and it is also different from the ground cracking in the land of gold in an instant.The Floating Kingdom has struggled for more than ten years and made countless hard attempts, but in the end it was still unable to escape this long and silent strangulation.

They are too short.

Su Muya lay on the ground, watching the dust covering her body and burying herself alive.Stretch out your hand, and you can no longer touch the sky where the mist was once misty and veil-like.

——The sky, why did it go away again.

Duanmujian wept silently.

She could see that those craftsmen really tried their best.The technological inspiration they burst out in a desperate situation even amazed her a thousand years later.

But countless attempts, countless efforts, and countless painstaking efforts, eventually turned into countless tears, countless disappointments, and countless sighs in the time of hasty evolution.

why.

Why can't the surging sand and dust wait for them!

Just a little bit, just a little bit, those craftsmen who conquered the lake and built an incredible floating kingdom on the water.Maybe it is possible to find a way to control the dust.

why.

The dust is coming so fast!

You can endure the cracking of the sky and the fall of fire, and the destruction of the majestic and majestic fortress.Because these catastrophes were too unexpected, like a false and absurd nightmare.

But watching a floating country struggling to survive in the long sand and dust, going to extinction in the burial alive, is completely unbearable.

Like a spider web, the ropes connecting the boathouses have been buried in the ground.

Only the stone pillar, which is almost as thick as three people hugging, is more than ten feet high, and reaches straight into the sky, still stands silently on the island in the middle of the lake.

Then, in a certain blink of an eye, a certain body shift, and a certain point in time without any particularity - at this time, the small island in the center of the lake is no longer covered by yellow sand, leaving only the stone pillar in the center of the island standing bare in the sand dunes.Suddenly there was no movement in the city anymore, just like the stone pillars were straight, strict and solemn, with lifeless straight lines,

There are no babies whose faces are blue and purple from shortness of breath, no men and women whose faces are numb and collect dead roots and leaves to satisfy their hunger, and no elders whose faces are full of bitter wrinkles and do not say a word.

No more, no one left.It all disappeared in an instant.

It seems to be some kind of hidden and obscure hint, and it also seems to be some kind of symbol of lamenting defeat.Those pale white translucent souls seemed to have dispersed like smoke overnight and disappeared without a trace.

The school that was once regarded as a treasure, the bottom one and two floors have been completely buried.The empty shell survives under the long yellow sand.

Fengsha has never left the slightest sympathy for people's retreat and defeat.The endless sand and dust endlessly covered the ground during the accelerated time.

All futile traces are submerged under the yellow sand.Until there is nothing left of the lake, until all the remaining floating houses are like canoes sunk in the sea of ​​sand.

When only a short piece of the stone pillar in the center of the island was left exposed, the three of them went dark and were transported to the next world by the dream.

In the silent darkness, on the endless sea of ​​sand——

Grains of golden light flickered like stars all over the sky.

The author has something to say:

Recommend a wonderful and famous movie "Interstellar".When writing this chapter, I also referred to the scenes of yellow sand raging in the movie.

In order to maintain the fast travel speed of a world in two or three chapters, I chose this kind of description from the perspective of God, which may not have a sense of substitution (huh).It is recommended to go to the movies, and you will have a more intuitive experience of the despair of endless sand and dust.

In the next chapter, Lu Ran is about to start the sub-plot of Dream Beyond~

(I'm stupid. Unsigned review is slow, so I usually put the manuscript in the manuscript box one day in advance. I put this chapter in the manuscript box at around 12 noon yesterday, but when I got up this morning and looked at it, I actually Still waiting for review... how could this happen, cracked.)